Tag: Love

Love they say should be give and take. But other times its give and give, not expecting a return. Yeah that hurts but thats what true love is making sacrifices and giving something for someone we love.

It was in the early years when the technologies were just being discovered and being invented. The communication wasn’t that easy unlike today with the advancement of internet and all. Our way of communication back then was thru writting, and there was something magical about it. Letters and writing will always be priceless, timeless and you can see the writer’s emotion as he writes.

We were cleaning our old house back then 6 years ago since my grandmother died that place was not in use except for storing some stuff. It was really creepy when we first opened that house, full of dust and the place looks really old. As days goes on and we continue to clean the house throwing some old things that were broken or we’re not going to use. It’s a pity that we had to throw some of those old things because it was like we travel back in time, I saw old radio and old mp3 player. Old comic books and magazines, seeing the kind of fashion they had looks interesting. Last but not the least the one thing that I did not throw away are letters, letters from my father
to my mother, grandmother and older sister.

I didn’t let my mother know that I am keeping the letters or there were any letters at all. You know the movie and novel by Nicholas Sparks “The Longest Ride”, where the old man has all these letters for his dearly beloved, every time they read it was like going back in time. That’s exactly how I felt when I read my father’s letters, it was beautiful the way he wrote those letters made me feel like I am going back in time. The way he wrote like he was talking to them, and I can hear his voice. It’s kinda cheesy and cliche but that’s the beauty of letters it’s both romantic and cheesy. Just think of the time spent to write for your love ones, it was like typing in email but what makes it special was the anticipation of waiting for that letter. It takes weeks
sometimes a month before that letter reaches the destination and when your loved ones receive it, just think of the excitement of reading it. I know there’s always something special when it comes to letters, it made me think of old romantic movies.

My dad was working overseas back then, he’s one of the groups who build the military based in Saudi Arabia around the 80’s. He also traveled to Singapore for 2 years during the early 90’s. That time there was no cell phone, no email, and no skype to communicate quickly with a press of a finger. The only way to communicate was thru letters. I learned more about them in reading those letters than asking them personally. Sometimes what the mouth can’t speak the hand will write,
since the only way they can speak to each other that time is thru writing letters it was made to feel that they are talking to each other.

LDR or Long Distance Relationship these days should be easy, talking to you partner is just in the press of you fingers. There are happy couples even though they are apart but often times I see is the complaint that their loved one is far away, there’s also the doubt of his or her faithfulness. Just like in the old days waiting weeks and months for the letter, we should have the patience and hope of receiving a message or a call from our partner.

Hope they say, is dangerous but hopes is the only thing worth holding on especially if it’s concerns your loved one. Love is patience, Love is Kind, Love believes and Love never loses hope.

1 Corinthians 13:7 “…Believeth all things…”
Mental Hospital when we hear that word several words came across our minds like, “crazy”, “scary”, “unstable”, “weird” and many more. We immediately relate it to the horror movies that we watch that relates to the Mental Hospital or person with mental illness. As time goes on people became afraid of that two words and all they can see are the negatives based on those horror movies that they watched. Judging immediately that all that matters to them is to hurt others or to do the unexplainable behavior.

They may be hard to understand and all kinds of questions will come to our minds. What happened to them? What had they done to be like that? Will they ever be back to normal? Does someone still love them? Does someone still care even if they’re lost?
When to think more about it, maybe our point of view about them will change instead of being afraid or avoiding them we should really try our best to understand them.

When we look closely at what is inside that hospital are people who are lost. They are lost inside themselves, lost within the cage of their minds torn between wanting to be free or stay in the safety of their own world. They are those who experience the most in all of us, the saddest story, the most tragic event, the most traumatic accident because of those it’s hard for them to cope up with the reality so they close everything within them. Try looking deeply at their eyes and try to understand is their silent words of pleas for help. words that they can’t, words that they’re afraid to tell and all they can do is to shout words that even they can’t understand. Listen to their cries of help, understand their silent plea and we will realize their’s nothing to be afraid of them they’re just lost and afraid. They are the ones who needed the most care, the most understanding and the most love.

Love is to be able to believe in a person, to believe that he will come back. To believe against all possibilities that he will return no matter how long it will take. Love is more than just the romance because love is more than just that because love is to care another person. Love is to give it freely not expecting any return. Love is to be able to understand no matter how hard it is. Love can be shown trough our action especially when we learn to care, to give, to understand to another person even though they may not understand, they may not know or they may not give back.

To those people who are lost sometimes they just need someone who believes in them. Just like us we all needed someone who believes in us and supports us. Give it to them it may not work but at least, they have one person to believes in.

They met during WW2, he was a soldier while she was a village girl. In one of his
mission they met accidentally, in an unlikely place, in an expected situation where
their love story began.

They got married and had children of their own. They had their differences but still
that doesn’t them from loving each other wholeheartedly. Even though he’s a soldier
but he had a gentle heart and calm spirit. She’s a strong lady with a
strong will and an outspoken mind who still believes in superstitions. Both of them
holds a spirit of understanding and a fighting spirit. They can take on any
challenges as the two of them stays together.

He shares stories to his children about his experience as a soldier. She also teach
them how to work and to do their best. They both teach their children to dream and to
conquer challenges, to be strong and to have good manners. Some days may be good,
other days may be bad but still they stick together through thick and thin.

They love their grandchildren, ready to spoil them with gifts, foods and love. Taking
caring of them when their parents are busy, telling them stories which add more
every day. It maybe simple but it’s their whole life, their whole love willing given
to each and everyone dear to them.

They stay together “till death do us part” when she died due to a heart attack he slowly starts to change. He missed her so much, his companion, friend, and partner. She understands
him and encourages him, even if it’s in a funny sort of way. Now that she’s gone he felt alone, even if there’s his family, his children, and grandchildren. Still, no one can take care her place. Her last word to her children was, “Please take care of your father.” Even in her dying bed, she still thinks about his tomorrow without her. She wants him to be taken care of, maybe not like she does but still she wants him to happy and well.

A year after her death that he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, he constantly forgot about things. Where he was, who are they and often think about his past, their past. His mind would go back to his younger, teenage, adult self-remembering what he had before but never stayed in the present. Sometimes he would act like a 5-year-old child, other times a mischievous teenager and sometimes a traveling adult. Always changing from day to day.
Always about the past but not here in the present.

He was taken care of by his family, he wasn’t put in a nursing home as their promise to their mother. Even though he became very forgetful some things he didn’t forget, his manners, he always says thank you when food had been given to him or an act of kindness of had done to me there’s always that word Thank you. In his remaining days, he was well loved and take care of. After 5 years he passed away and finally be able to be with her again. Tears were shed but most of it were filled with smiles and talks about their love for each other. After their long

In his remaining days, he was well loved and take care of. After 5 years he passed away and finally be able to be with her again. Tears were shed but most of it were filled with smiles and talks about their love for each other. After their long
journey together they finally have their happily ever after.

That’s my grandparents love story, it makes me smile every time I hear it. It’s real and
it’s true and It shows how love should be.

It’s that time of year again, February that we all celebrated as love month. Where you can see decorated hearts everywhere, Chocolates are being given and sweet lovers all around. That’s what majority of people see about love, showing sweet emotions to each other’s. It’s a sad thing when we limit what is Love because in it’s truest and purest sense Love is more than just that.

In the Bible we have the perfect definition of what is love. Love is more than just words it needs action. “Love is not a noun to be defined a but a verb.”

For this love month, I will post what is love from the Bible’s definition in 1 Corinthians 13

Here’s the first one – Love is Patient, Love is kind.

We all hear stories about how grandparents are being put into a home by their families. It’s a practical solution, especially in today’s busy world. In our family, that is not the case which I am very thankful for. Since all of my aunts and uncles agreed not to send him to a nursing home or hire someone to take care of him. when my grandfather who is 90 yrs old about that time, we return back to our old house in town because of that we’re the one who took care of him.

We renovated the room where my grandfather will stay, dad constructed a new bathroom inside that room that would be convenient for him and we painted the room to give it a fresh atmosphere. My parents gave us a heads up on what we expect when grandfather would move in with us.

Grandfather had Alzheimer’s but his overall health is fine, his eyesight back then is even better than mine; he can still read without any eyeglasses. Here’s the challenge in taking care of grandpa, we need to be really really really be patience especially with his forgetfulness and his different actions. Some days he would act like a 5 years old child and most days he would act in his young teenage years pulling mischief around the house. Somedays he would be in his young adult years always on the verge of wanting to leave the house and go somewhere he used to visit in his youth.

Here’s our daily routine I woke him up for breakfast, help him get out of bed since he had trouble standing up on his own and he will ALWAYS say thank you after that. After eating his breakfast give him his medicine. He will either watch tv in the morning or go back to sleep, sometimes he watch people in front of our house often times when he does that he’s saying something about those passersby, we know because he’s always shouting when he does that. when he’s in the mood to exercise he would run around the house.

Overall we were happy that grandpa is living here with us and with that we got the chance to know more about him. Not all days were easy and fun because some days it requires a lot of patience especially in taking care of someone you love.We need to be patient when he eats, sometimes he can be messy and slow. We need to be patient in cleaning his room. We need to be patient when asking him to stop shouting at the passersby. we need to be patient when he’s teasing all of us or when he’s
making a mess around the house. Despite all of those things that he did, we still love him and respect him.

When there are days that I really need my patient, I always think back in the days when I was a baby and he’s the one who take care of me. My father was abroad and my mom was busy at our little ice cream shop, so I am left in the care of my grandparents. I know taking care of a baby is not that easy, I
also became a full-time nanny taking care of my 5-month-old nephew back then. I always remind myself when I am having a hard time taking care of my grandfather, back in the days when he’s having a hard time putting me to sleep, back in the days when I am being messy while feeding me.

To love someone is more than reciprocating them the feeling, it’s giving, doing and acting for that person’s sake. Like what grandpa did to me many years ago having the patience to take care of me it’s more than a responsibility it’s his love towards his granddaughter. The same thing goes for me it’s not only my responsibility, it’s my love towards my grandpa.

Be patient to show that you love someone. Especially to the elderly please, give them the patience, love and respect that they deserve, remember someday you will be one too.

Once upon a time, a girl was so broken, she gave up believing in love and destiny. Then in another once upon a time that
the girl will found her destiny and believe in love all over again.

This is my story, my name is Ma. Fe but my friends calls me Phem. I am a local teacher in one of our small town public schools.How did I fall in love well it was like magic, so unexpected.

You see, I am this kind of girl who is tough and a fighter, well based from experience ever since I was 9. With two rough brother as my
siblings I needed to get tough around them well except for my little brother. I get along with boys but only as friend no

I get along with boys but only as a friend no more than that, yet there was a time that I made an exception.Making that exception was how it all started.

I was living at the city that time, working at an internet cafe it fits because I used to study Information Technology that was until I get upset with my professor’s unfair grading. I got disappointed and
stop taking up that course, so now I am working at an internet cafe for a while until I decided to study education back at our local college in my hometown.

At that certain internet cafe, I met him that guy. His name is Dan-Dan for short, he had that bad boy with a smooth move kinda guy.He is taking up criminology want to be one of the police he knows
karate, martial arts the kind of stuff I am interested in. Also, one of my dream jobs is to be a detective. We became friends and soon we became close friends, that’s where the trouble starts.

Whenever he is not busy, he always comes by at the cafe and play online games. Most of the days he will stay for hours just playing. When the cafe was not busy we talk and sometimes he offers me to take me home but I always refuse. No matter how many times he ask and beg I always say NO. Maybe because I don’t want to expect too much to from him, especially with the likes of him. And yes, I like to admit now that I like him more than a friend, maybe a crush or something. But we only stayed as friends even now, “maybe”.

When I moved back to our hometown and study college again with a different course. Still, I can’t forget about him and most of the
times I am stalking his facebook account to get an update about him. since I’ve lost communication with him ever since I move back here. Yeah, I still like him but I am trying so hard to control this feeling.I don’t want to admit it, but I did had some expectation about him. So I ended up being bitter about it, in which case affects my view about love.

In the next few years, I met some guys. Get into non-too-serious relationships, I am just being choosy especially if my parents are one too. They got this big idea to marry me off to some rich guy being recommended by one of my aunt’s. I get to know the guys but only as FRIEND.

Cause when it comes to love, I really fall in love once and hard. It was proven when he comes along.

During my last year in college, something magical happens that’s where I met him. It all started with a text, more text until we consider ourselves as friends. Even though we are far from each other, he is at the southern part of the country while I am stuck in the middle of two cities in a slowly growing town. Yet even with all the distance I feel so comfortable with him, and eventually, we became so close that we call each other sweet nicknames, he is my Dy short for Daddy and I am his My short for Mommy.

That’s where it started, later on, we formally in a relationship without my parents knowledge. I guess I am not yet ready to tell
them especially now that I am on my last year of college soon to graduate after my internship in one of the public schools in my hometown.

Although Jun want to meet up with my parents with something to be proud of about himself. that they will be proud to have him for their daughter.

You see, he didn’t finish his schooling when his mother died when he was 10 he stop going to school and work instead.Since then he never got the chance to finish his schooling. That rob him of self-confidence. That’s one thing to improve and also he needs to stop smoking. From day one that we meet personally and saw him
smoking I instantly stop him.

For two years after I graduated, got my professional license as a teacher, and finally got my first assignment in one of our local
schools. In that period of two years, we get stronger and we keep loyal to each other. That’s what love is; it’s not about the numbers it’s about each heartbeat for the person we love.

Then came the day when my family finally meet him in personal. He tried his best to impress my family but when he arrives at our farm things get a little bit out of hand.In short my parents didn’t like him and harshly ask him to go. It didn’t end there, I wish it was but then they asked me to break with him and threaten to disown me if I didn’t. It’s my worst heartbreak ever. Choosing between my family and my destiny.

So I did what they want I break up with him but I keep a SECRET from them. Yes, it’s hard hiding all these things from my family. Most of the time we just want to go somewhere away from all of these. Then again we can’t we have other responsibilities. We keep holding on till it’s the right time for us to be together again.
We keep holding on to each other’s promises, even if things doesn’t work out the way we want it too, still what’s most important is that how far we will go holding each other’s heart.

Maybe that’s what love is to continue to fight for it even if your world is against it. For now, we keep on fighting until we win this battle.